New Divide

Ginny took off in a run, Luna following behind without asking. The two of them had just gotten out of Charms when Ron walked in on Harry and Hermione.

Harry was in panic mode. Ron looked like he'd been hit in the stomach with a bludger, but that was rapidly turning into rage.

"Ron-" Harry began, but before he could get another word off, the redhead punched him. His fist connected with Harry's cheek, sending him sprawling back onto the bed. Hermione reacted instinctively, shooting an incarcerous at Ron. Ropes bound him, tripping him up so that he fell to the floor.

"Ron, there's a lot more to this than you know!" Hermione rushed "Please just-"

"Bugger that! You're cheating on my sister!" Ron shouted as he struggled to untangle the ropes binding him.

"She knows!" Harry shouted, pulling his pants up.

"Bullocks!" Ron cursed.

"Look, she's on her way right now, so if you just wait a few minutes you'll see for yourself." Harry tried to explain. As he was speaking, Ginny had taken a secret passage up to the seventh floor and was now running full pelt towards them.

"I can't believe this." Ron glared at them, finally managing to stand up.

"Please just let us explain first." Hermione entreated. "I know this looks horrible, but-"

Hermione was interrupted by Ginny bursting in the room. "Ron." She said darkly, her face flushed with exertion. "Just. Shut up."

Ron's expression turned to confusion. "Alright, what in the bloody hell is going on here?"

Hermione lifted the incarcerous, and the three of them worked together to explain what had happened over the past few weeks to Ron. They'd just gotten to explaining the ritual when they were interrupted by Luna's entrance.

The blond was even more flushed and out of breath than Ginny had been. She nearly did a double take when she caught sight of Harry, who was still shirtless. "Oh." Her jaw dropped open "Hi Harry."

"Err, hi Luna." Harry replied "Why don't you- Oh!" Luna plopped herself onto Harry's lap, resting her head on his chest.

"Wait, you and Luna too?" Ron asked.

"That's the thing. In order to survive, I don't just have to do this ritual with one person. I have to do it with seven."

"Seven." Ron repeated numbly.

"Yeah." Harry said shortly.

"So you're going to have harem of seven witches, is that right?" Ron asked, his voice rising.

"Ron…" Ginny warned "If you're going to start being a jealous prat again…"

"I'm not jealous!" Ron insisted defensively "I just… What about you!" He gestured to Ginny. "You're throwing your life away!"

Ron's words stung Harry, but they infuriated Ginny, who drew her wand sharply and pointed it strait at Ron's face. "Don't you dare dictate what's best for me. This is my life, my decision, and if you're thinking that Harry ever would, let alone could guilt trip me into this, then you don't know either of us." She told him venomously. "I love him. And I know for a fact that he loves me too!"

"So what about Hermione, then?" Ron pivoted "If he loves you so much, then she's just going end up as Harry's side girl! How is that fair to her!"

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione shrieked in outrage.

"I love her too, Ron. I love them both." Harry said simply, in a surprisingly calm voice given the situation.

"I can feel what he feels for Hermione, Ron. And she'll never be a side girl." Ginny was eager to follow up. "And no, that doesn't take away from what he feels for me. But I guess you wouldn't understand that you jealous arse!"

"So I just stumble in on Harry and Hermione shagging and you get pissed off at me for being just a little upset about it?" Ron demanded "Why didn't any of you tell me earlier!"

Harry nearly flinched, his guilt resurfacing.

"We knew that you'd react like this." Hermione explained "We just, wanted to wait until we were sure this was going to work."

"Yeah. I bet you would have just kept waiting if I hadn't stumbled in on you two." Ron scoffed, turning around. "I can't bloody believe this."

"Ron!" Harry called, and the redhead paused for just a moment. "I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence, before Ron seethed "Bugger off Harry."

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Ron sat with Lavender at lunch, far away from them, and he seemed determined to ignore Harry as much as possible.

Harry felt terrible.

Yes, Ron was being a jealous prat (just like Hermione had told him he would), but Harry had lied to him, and it was a big lie.

Are you planning on moping around all day? Ginny asked. Because I'm thinking about trying to shag some sense into you.

Ginny wasn't feeling particularly guilty. She was furious with her brother and Harry's needling guilt just made her even more angry. Harry shrugged his shoulders moodily. I can't help how I feel, Ginny.

It was the first time she'd experienced one of his 'moods' since they'd bonded, and frankly, she'd had enough. After a moment's thought, she dampened her connection to Harry's mind and decided on her strategy.

Harry didn't have a clear idea what she was planning. Though her thought process was obscured to him, he felt her mischievous confidence clearly enough, and could also feel her getting turned on as she planned… whatever it was she was planning.

Then she turned to Hermione, and pulled the brunette aside. The two talked for a full minute, Ginny remaining self-assured while Hermione quickly turned a shade of deep red as she seemed to need convincing of whatever Ginny wanted her to do.

Ginny must have gotten her way, because the two girls walked out of the hall not long after, leaving Harry alone, at least until Demelza sidled up next to him, claiming as much physical contact as was acceptable in public. It hadn't gone completely unnoticed. Ron, who Harry hadn't even been aware was watching him, had made a disgusted noise and looked away. Katie also seemed to acknowledge them, and her eyes flickered between Harry and Demelza curiously. Meanwhile, at the Huffelpuff table, Susan smiled and winked.

Harry was starting to question the wisdom of throwing gasoline on the fire of the rumors that he knew had already been circling, when Ginny piped in. Hey, Harry. Hermione and I have a surprise for you. Come back down to the room of requirement and check us… it out.

Harry wasn't quite thick enough to miss what Ginny was planning. He was pretty certain he knew what was waiting for him in that room.

Knowing that couldn't in any way prepare him for what the girls had in store for him, or for the sight of both witches naked and waiting for him. His shaft throbbed, twitching and hardening in his pants, and he couldn't stifle the soft moan of desire, or stop how his eyes hugged their curves normally hidden under robes. All thoughts of Ron had been tossed aside.

Ginny was smirking devilishly at him, while Hermione blushed and smiled bashfully. "God. Ginny. Mione." He groaned. The girls turned toward each other with wide smiles and giggled.

Ginny took the lead, with Hermione following suit, as both girls sauntered up to him. Harry was enthralled as Ginny looped an arm around his chest as she settled in behind him, melding her body against his back and pressing kisses behind his ear and down his neck.

Hermione, meanwhile, stopped right in front of him, holding an unfathomable look in her eye. She was such a sight, from her gleaming eyes and flushed cheeks down to the perfect view he had of her breasts and cleavage. At that moment, Ginny attacked a sensitive spot on his neck with particular vigor, using her teeth and sucking down viciously.

The small cry Harry gave seemed to be just the opening Hermione was looking for, for she lunged to catch his open mouth with hers. Harry would have stumbled back from the force of it if Ginny had not been behind him. As it was, he was wedged between the two witches, who gave him no quarter.

Hermione ravaged his mouth, practically shoving her tongue down his throat. Her hands wound through Harry's perpetually messy hair, digging in nearly painfully as she yanked his head forward, preventing him from withdrawing from her assault.

Ginny, for her part, loved the gasp Harry had made when she'd attacked his neck, and particularly enjoyed the mark she left behind. She wanted more. So she used her mouth to attack the same spot again and again, and though any noises Harry would have made were muffled by Hermione, she could still feel his reactions through their bond, and through the tremors of his body. Oh yes, that was delicious, and she just realized what she wanted to do next. Reluctantly tearing her mouth from Harry's tender flesh, Ginny lifted her hand back and swiftly swatted, smacking Harry's arse.

That earned a yelp from Harry, heard even through Hermione's lips and tongue. His hips twitched forward reflexively at the unexpected contact, rubbing his aching cock against the softness of Hermione's stomach. His response egged Ginny on, who rubbed and smacked his arse lightly.

Hermione, meanwhile, had detached herself from Harry's mouth and was gazing at him with a sultry, very un-Hermione expression. One of her hands had disentangled itself from Harry's hair, and was now hovering over Harry's crotch. She seemed to be steeling herself once again, and like before it only took a few moments before she dove in. She lewdly groped Harry's crotch while peering up at his face, enjoying how he tilted his head back and moaned just as much as she enjoyed the feel of his throbbing hardness in her palm, or the feel of his magic radiating out from his cock like a furnace.

"Fuck, that feels good." Ginny moaned, tilting her hips forward and rubbing herself against Harry's body.

"Does it really feel that good?" Hermione asked, as she continued to fondle and rub at Harry's erection.

"You have no idea." The redhead purred "It feels like… like how your clit feels, but instead expanded into a shaft. Its… addictive. It feels so good and powerful and alive. Fuck. I think it's time for that charm you told me about."

"Charm?" Harry managed breathlessly. In response Hermione only gave him a downright lascivious grin, took ahold of her wand, and said "Vestimenta pertransibo."

Suddenly, Harry was feeling a lot more air flow across his body, and when he looked down he was shocked to see his clothes heaped in a pile beneath him. Ginny chuckled "Nifty little spell, isn't it? Good thing Hermione's probably the only person in the school who knows it." Hermione, however, was hardly paying attention to Ginny. Her entire focus was on Harry's newly exposed body as she ogled him with a look that could only be described as hungry.

Harry was off balance and reeling from Hermione and Ginny's twin assaults. But out of everything, it was Hermione's sexual openness that was affecting Harry the most. Hermione, who'd been regarded as 'the prude of Gryffindor' by certain students, was now looking at him like a piece of meat.

The girls exchanged giggles as they surprised him once again by pinning him to the nearest wall. Harry found himself powerless to resist as their hands and mouths began lavishing his body. Ginny took Hermione's place plundering Harry's mouth, winding a hand through his hair while another stroked his chest. Hermione went straight for his cock, wrapping one hand around his shaft while the other cupped his testicles.

Her gaze was locked on his cock, eyes burning and her mouth hanging slightly open. Occasionally her teeth would worry her parted lips, or her tongue would wet them. She stroked him, savoring the feel of him in her hand- velvety soft yet hard at the same time, warm and throbbing, and alive, burning with magic. She moaned deeply "Merlin Harry, I want it." She'd been teased and denied all day, and she was close to just losing it. She wanted to fuck him, or for him to fuck her. She wanted his cock inside of her and she wanted him to pump his essence into her.

Harry was just as, if not more, wound up as Hermione. He moaned plaintively into Ginny's mouth, unable to warn Hermione that he was getting close. Ginny had no inclination on relaying the message. So, just as Hermione was contemplating taking him inside of her Harry erupted. His cock shuddered in her hand and released string after string of his cum onto Hermione's body, coating her breasts, stomach, and then her forearm and hand.

The brunette seemed thunderstruck as she was painted in Harry's seed. Her eyes were wide and mouth hanging open as she pulled her hand back and stared at it- it was coated with his cum. With a moan, she brought the hand to her mouth where her tongue eagerly lapped up his cum, while the other hand rubbed at her breasts and stomach, lathered his cum across her skin.

She was on fire, she wanted, no, needed more. Almost of its own accord, her hand moved further downwards, smearing his cum over her pussy lips before plunging two fingers within her. Oh god, oh god she was close. His essence, his magic was on her tongue, on her body, in her pussy. She grunted and groaned as she speared her fingers inward, even as she wished it was his cock. "Oh god, Oh god." She choked "I'm- I'm… OH!" Her knees gave out as she came, forcing her to the ground even as Harry, recovering from his own peak, remained standing.

Yet, as her climax passed she could tell it hadn't been enough. She'd been so worked up that it had taken very little stimulation to push her over, but it hadn't satisfied her. Hermione had a feeling that the only thing that would was right in front of her- once again becoming hard as Harry stroked himself slowly.

Harry took note of where her gaze was focused, and (correctly) figured that Hermione wasn't ready to quit quite yet. With a smile, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to a bed the room had provided. Hermione didn't even think to protest being manhandled in such a way, instead just curling into his body, enjoying his strength and solidity, and the feel of his skin against hers.

He set her down on the bed, and her legs fell open for him of their own accord. With a barely audible growl, Harry stroked and probed at her lower lips. Hermione whimpered, gyrating minutely with Harry's exploring hand. It was as if she hadn't cum at all. A few days ago Hermione would have been ashamed at how quickly and easily her body capitulated to him but at the moment that thought couldn't have been further from her mind.

No, her mind was on the magic his hand was working on her, and on where his other hand was, wrapped around his shaft, guiding it towards her. She whimpered again, and again when his head was pressed against her entrance.

She was nearly ready to beg (indeed, Ginny was at that moment begging him to properly fuck her) when Harry gave in, growling as he took her by the hips and thrust himself into her. "O-o-o-oh!" Hermione whimpered.

Her knees quivered and her core clenched at the sudden penetration. It was everything she'd wanted all day. His shaft inside of her, his magic penetrating deep into her core. It wasn't just her body that was reacting, her magic was singing, swirling within her and gathering in her core.

At the moment of penetration, Ginny stiffened suddenly. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YES! OH FUCK YES!" She yelled, thrusting her hips forward sharply.

"Don't mind her." Harry murmured "She just really gets into it."

"Oh Harry." She moaned "I don't blame her. You feel so, s-OH!" Harry thrust himself back into her, temporarily derailing her. She could hardly focus with him inside of her.

"Go ahead." Ginny encouraged, "Tell him how you feel." The redhead had propped herself up and was now stumbling towards the couple. Harry began thrusting in earnest, and Ginny staggered, falling against the bed "Merlin. Give a girl some warning!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh" Hermione gasped as Harry drilled into her. Ginny herself struggled to find her bearings.

"Fuck! Okay, Harry! Ease up!" Ginny cursed. Harry slowed his pace, and Hermione whined in disappointment.

"No! Don't stop!" Hermione called "Why did you stop?"

"Just a few minutes ago you were begging me to 'fuck her brains out'." He told Ginny "And I haven't stopped 'Mione. Just slowed down a bit."

"I know but if you didn't slow down I couldn't do this." Ginny explained, and Harry smirked as her plan became clear to him. "Hermione" Ginny continued "If you want Harry to really fuck you, there's a few things you need to do."

"Uhhhng. What?" The brunette groaned. Harry's slower pace helped her maintain some focus, even if it was somewhat intermittent. She was lucid enough to feel betrayed by Ginny for her apparent double cross, though she wasn't in a position to complain at the moment.

"You need to tell us what you want." Ginny answered, crawling up so that she was lying beside her.

"I want him to- oh uh- go faster."

Ginny grinned "In detail."

"Ooooh. Err. I want him to- uh" She fumbled.

"There's a word for that, you know. Multiple words, in fact. Use one of them." Ginny prompted her.

Harry's slow pace was maddening, it was perfectly tuned to leave her wanting more. Hermione couldn't take it anymore. "Oh please!" She begged "Harry! Please just, just fuck me!"

"Oh yes. Tell him more." Ginny purred. She was rubbing herself again, her hooded eyes burning with lust. And Hermione was completely at her mercy, she needed Ginny to let Harry fuck her.

"Your c-cock. It feels so good." Hermione stammered "Ooooh. I don't know why, but I can feel the magic in you, and your cock. Its so good, and pure, and strong. And when you cum, it all rushes into me. Uhhhnggg." The words started tumbling out, Hermione couldn't stop them "I want it. I want you to cum inside of me. I want you to shoot your semen into my p-pussy and pump me full of your magic!"

"Oh my god 'Mione. You're irresistible." Harry groaned, giving in. He plunged savagely into her, and satisfying as it was to feel her part or him, it was somehow even better to hear her yelp.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH!" Hermione cried in time with his thrusts. Her breasts bounced in time with his thrusts in a way Ginny's simply didn't, and it was driving Harry out of his mind. "Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum in mphh!" On impulse, Ginny had lunged forwards, latching her mouth onto Hermione's. Ginny shoved her tongue into her mouth and groped one of her boobs roughly. Hermione froze, eyes wide as her brain refused to process what Ginny had just done.

Harry was shocked, and the sight of Ginny mauling Hermione was profoundly erotic to him, and it sent him instantly over the edge. "Fuck!" He shouted as he shoved himself deeply into her. The coiled tension in his cock exploded free and Harry felt blissful release as he pumped his seed into Hermione.

Ginny spasmed as she came with Harry. Her grip on Hermione's breast tightened further, and she rammed her mouth onto Hermione's clinking their teeth together.

"MMMMMHHHHH!" Hermione screamed, muffled by Ginny's mouth, as her own orgasm barreled through her. Harry was cuming inside of her, shooting his essence straight to her core. Hermione couldn't care that Ginny was crushing her breast borderline painfully. The blooming ecstasy within her, the potent power of Harry's magic, wiped everything else away.

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Harry was only somewhat surprised when Katie cornered him before practice. Ginny had noticed how often her eyes had drifted over to him in the past few days. At first she'd assumed she was 'just' checking him out, but her expression hadn't been lustful as much as speculative and curious.

She ended up finding him in the boy's changing room. It wouldn't have been the first time she ignored modesty like that. Since the boys used stalls to change when stripping nude, she never saw more than one of them shirtless occasionally.

"Blimey! We're changing in here!" Ron objected, even as he flushed at being caught without his shirt.

Katie just smirked, eyes momentarily flicking away from Harry to his estranged friend "What's the problem? Worried I'll see something I don't like?"

Ron sputtered "I have a girlfriend you know!"

"Oh, I know." Katie returned "Lavender is very, uh, forthcoming about her exploits."

Not wanting to hear anything about Ron and Lavender's 'exploits' -ew, Ginny agreed- Harry got Katie's attention "So what brings you here? Hoping to see something you do like?"

Katie's eyes flicked back to Harry, and travelled down his bare chest to his (rather tight) quidditch pants, and back upwards. He'd never noticed this kind of thing before, but Ginny watched out for it like a hawk and had years of experience in figuring out which girls paid attention to him.

Harry resolutely met her gaze, and noticed that her cheeks were a bit flushed. "Actually, I was looking for you."

Ron scowled, as if anybody wanting to talk to Harry was a personal insult, but Harry paid him no mind. Putting his T-shirt back on, he followed Katie out of the changing rooms. Her quidditch uniform suited her incredibly well, practically molding to her thighs and arse, which had been sculpted by years of riding a broom.

Demelza nearly ran straight into Harry as he exited the hall onto the pitch. She stumbled backwards in an attempt to avoid him and Harry leaned in to catch her. They stayed in that position for only a moment, but Demelza was clearly affected, and hurried away with flushed cheeks. Ginny was following behind her friend, and casually looped her arms around Harry's shoulders for a simple kiss. Knock her dead babe.

"So what'd you want to talk about?" Harry asked.

"That." Katie said succinctly.

"Ginny?" Harry played dumb. However, internally both her and Ginny were speculating on just how much Katie knew or suspected.

"Well, sort of. I'm guessing the two of you are becoming intimate?"

Even a month ago, this topic would have Harry stammering and blushing, but he was much more comfortable now. "Well… yeah."

"Just… be safe. If you get her pregnant… well you'd practically be obligated to marry her." Katie… was concerned for him?

"Wait. Are you giving me the talk?" Harry asked incredulously. Granted, Harry had never had the talk given to him, but this definitely wasn't the conversation he had expected to be having.

"I'm trying to watch out for you, you prat!" Katie said defensively.

Harry chucked "Look. I appreciate this, but Ginny and I are using protection. I'm not that naive eleven year old you girls had to watch out for."

"Yeah. I can see that." The blush had returned to her cheeks. Harry merely cocked an eyebrow and Katie backpedaled "I don't mean like that, prat!"

"I'm gutted." Harry deadpanned.

"Oh shut it. I just meant you aren't nearly as flustered as you used to be. You always used to blush whenever me, Licia or Angie teased you or went into the boy's changing rooms. You're a lot more confident around girls. I guess, what I'm saying is that Ginny's been good for you."

"She really has been." Harry smiled. You have no idea how much so. He silently added.

Ginny was beaming. Okay, you really need to make a move on her luv.

Wasn't she dating someone?

Conner Hays. I don't think it was serious, or they broke up or something. Maybe you can have Susan look into it?

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Quidditch was a tense affair. Ron and Harry's estrangement had become blindingly obvious and unavoidable. Ron grumbled his discontentment at every word Harry sent his way, and the others had picked up on it.

"Oi Ron!" Katie ended up hollering "How long are you planning on being a prat this time?" It was only thanks to a quick intervention by Jimmy Peakes via a well-timed bludger that staved off the argument that might have started.

Demelza too was feeling the tension, though it was a tension of her own. To Ginny's eye, she was definitely feeling some sexual frustration, but was successfully taking it out on the quaffle. After a couple of smart remarks from Katie about her obvious frustration, concluding in a particularly lewd comment suggesting that Demelza get laid, the junior chaser seemed about to fire back before Ginny swooped in and stole the quaffle from her. With an outraged squawk, Demelza fell into pursuit.

After quidditch practice, Harry lingered in the changing rooms while the others left. He waved them off, saying he wanted to cool down for a bit. Ron barely acknowledged him, and left without a word.

Ginny of course, knew what he had in mind, and lingered, making sure that Demelza also stayed. The girl didn't need prompting, however. As soon as everyone else had left, she'd made her way to the boy's changing room. She debated internally on whether or not to join them, but decided to linger in the girl's changing rooms.

"Did you want to see me Captain?" Demelza asked.

"I did." Harry acknowledged. "I actually wanted to talk about… what happened between us. Are you okay with what we did?"

He and Ginny had gone back and forth on his and Demelza's last encounter. Harry honestly didn't know he had it in him to act so boldly. Ginny had scoffed and then brought up the dozens of times that he charged boldly into uncertain situations.

'You always had it in you.' She claimed 'You just needed me to bring it out.'

It had been like he was a different person- like playing a role but more so. It had been freeing, but in the aftermath he had doubts. Was Demelza really up for it? Was he running the risk of crossing an unspoken line?

Demelza's cheeks flushed red, and the girl nodded "Yeah. Uh, a little more than okay, to be honest. It was… good, really good."

Harry felt a swell of relief, and allowed himself to fully embrace being Demelza's 'Captain'. "You were good out there today." He told her, pausing to pull off his uniform shirt, exposing his upper body to her.

Demelza's mouth went dry. She'd never actually seen Harry shirtless before, but she had known that there must be muscles underneath those robes. Her eyes roved over the skin Harry had exposed, tracing sinuous muscles across his arms, chest, and torso. "Uhhh, thank you Captain." She managed "I was trying really hard to be good for you."

Harry smiled, and approached her. "You don't seem so focused now, though."

"Captain, I-" Demelza tried, but Harry held up a finger to silence her.

"Its fine. What's important is that you stay on target during practice and games." He reassured "No, what I kept you back for was to reward you."

Demelza shuddered "How are you going to… oh." Harry had slung off his boots, and was now pulling down his pants. "Should I undress as well?"

"Yes, I think that would be best." Harry grinned, and Demelza needed no further encouragement. She struggled to get her clothes off as fast as possible.

"What do you think about, when you masturbate." Harry asked her. He was in his boxers now, leisurely touching himself through the fabric. Demelza's eyes locked on his crotch, on the obscene bulge he was stroking.

"Errrrr" She trailed, trying to regain her bearings. She needed to focus. She was supposed to be undressing, and she was supposed to answer Harry's question. She dragged her eyes upwards… to his muscled torso and chest… not helping.

Attempting to get back on track, Demelza ripped her shirt off, revealing her sports bra. Harry eyed her appreciatively "Just lovely." He murmured, and his stroking sped up just slightly.

"I think about you." Demelza began. "I mean. Of course I do." She bent over to peel off her pants, simultaneously giving Harry a look at her cleavage. "But I think about what you'll do to me if you decide to make me… make me yours."

"Tell me." Harry requested. "What do I do to you? Do I take you? Do I make you my…" He paused, unbeknownst to Demelza, taking suggestions from Ginny "…cumslut? Do I make you beg for my cock?" His hand dipped into his boxers, wrapping around his shaft and letting them fall to the ground.

"Yes." Demelza breathed, as her eyes stayed glued to his cock. His swollen head, the veins that ran up his length, the way his skin rippled as he stroked himself slowly. He was thicker than Dean, and practically dwarfed Colin. She imagined being wrapped around his girth, so full, and her cunt twitched in pleasure. "You fuck me until I can't move, until I'm just a mindless moaning slut. Then the next day you make me beg for your cock, for you to touch me, to let me cum. And you realize that I'd do anything." As if to emphasize that point, she took off her bra.

"Anything?" Harry asked huskily, shamelessly admiring her breasts. He advanced on her, so that they were not more than a foot apart. Demelza swore she could feel his body heat.

"Yes sir." Demelza moaned.

"Well then." Harry murmured "Take off your panties and masturbate for me."

Demelza immediately obeyed. Her soaked panties fell to the floor, and her fingers began working at her pussy. Even as she rubbed frantically at herself, Harry kept a steady pace, only slowly building up speed.

Her knees felt weak. She wasn't used to masturbating standing up, but something told her Harry wanted her where she was. Her fingers fondled her clit, that swollen, sensitive button that compelled her to do more- open her legs up just a bit, jut out her chest for Harry, and of course, keep rubbing.

She was whimpering when Harry interrupted. "If you cum now, I'll stop."

Demelza froze "What!?"

"Your reward is a nice masturbation session between us. Ginny's in the other room. If you finish before I do, she'd be happy to take care of me." Harry explained. Demelza felt equal parts frustration, arousal, and admiration at Harry's demand.

"Understood sir." And she started stroking herself again. Slowly.

"Good girl." Harry smiled, and Demelza shook, her knees nearly giving out. Damn, she'd almost cum right then. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and centered herself. She'd edged herself before, many times- keeping herself at that plateau as she eagerly read on to the next scene in her books.

But this wasn't fair. Harry was so close. She could smell him, practically taste him. His cock was mere inches from her. A drop a precum leaked from him, and Demelza had to fight the urge to bring her mouth to it.

But that did mean that he was getting close, right? Maybe she could encourage him…

"I'll always be your good girl, Captain." She purred. Her hands began travelling across her body, emphasizing her curves, her hips "My body is all yours, if you want it. This mouth." She licked her lips "This pussy." She exaggeratedly plunged two fingers into her cunt. "These tits." Her hands cupped her breasts, pushing them outward slightly as she pushed her chest out.

"Dem." Harry moaned, and internally Demelza celebrated.

"All yours. To fuck. To touch. To look at…" One of her hands went back to stroking her pussy, while the other continued teasing her nipple. "I have shirts, that when I lean over, you can look right at my tits. I don't even have to wear a bra. Or panties. You could just reach under the table any time and touch my pussy. Would you like that, Captain?"

Harry wasn't holding back anymore. His hand flew up and down his shaft, and he was grunting and groaning roughly with each stroke. Demelza was thankful, because her dirty talk was turning her on too. She didn't know how she held off from cumming, with Harry losing control right in front of her.

"U-u-uhh." Demelza struggled to find something else to say. Her mouth latched onto the object dominating her attention "Your cock." She whimpered. Merlin, she couldn't afford to cum yet. She had to hold off just a bit longer. "It's so sexy." She moaned "Thank you for letting me see it."

"Dem!" Harry moaned, his will finally breaking. Demelza could see his cock throbbing against his hand, working to pump out his seed. He shot his essence out in a violent burst that splattered across her stomach, breasts, and her cheek. She screamed and fell to her knees, fingers pressing down roughly on her clit.

She was kneeling before him, her knees splayed and her chest and head thrown back like she was an offering in a ritual. Another string of cum landed on her face, this time falling on her chin and lips, and dripping down her neck. His cum felt hot and sticky on her skin, but more present than that in her mind was the smell. Her nostrils were flooded with the musky scent of his semen.

A third pulse fell onto her shoulders and chest, and the rest Harry let dribble onto her breasts. Demelza's orgasm continued long after Harry's was finished. The girl moaned unashamedly as her body reacted to the pleasure running through her. Her thighs were coated with her arousal, and her upper body was covered in Harry's cum.

Harry calmly gathered his clothes as Demelza came down from her high. "U-uh." She breathed "Wow."

Harry smiled, and broke character slightly "Yeah. That was really hot."

"Thank you, sir." Demelza giggled "How should I clean myself up, Captain?"

Harry paused at that, his cock twitching suddenly back to life "However you like."